Thursday, October 30, 2025

Crossing Nebraska and Iowa

We left Wyoming and headed into Nebraska. Our destination was North Platte. The North Platte River meanders from Wyoming and into Nebraska. It’s the location of the largest concentration of Sandhill Cranes in North America. The migrating cranes all funnel through a small area. They stop to feed and it’s said that in the morning and evening flocks of ten thousand birds rise into the air as they go out to the daily feed. The number of sandhill cranes this spring was estimated at seven hundred and twenty thousand birds. I can’t’ imagine the sound of that many birds with their raucous rattling call.
They had already left when we got there but we did hear a few near the Audubon Society’s Birding Center. The volunteer told us that we could make reservations for next spring’s migration. She did say that the field trips always sell out early.
From Nebraska we drove into Iowa and met my cousin Pat and Her Husband Greg Hudson. They moved to where their children are located, in Ankeny, Iowa. We met them for lunch and of course I had to have a pork tenderloin sandwich. It was great to catch up on all the cousin gossip. We both forgot to take any pictures of the four of us definitely a senior moment…. After lunch we headed to Keosauqua, where Renita’s sister Pam and her Husband Camp Host at Lake Sugema County Park. We were going to surprise them but decided instead to call just before we got there. Arriving at their site a party was in progress, along with a huge corn hole tournament. Renita and I played against each other, and she won. We spent the night in the Grand Hotel in Keosauqua. The next morning, we stopped and said our goodbyes. They also come down to Texas and camp in the same park we do so we will see them soon. Clear skies

Sunday, October 26, 2025

Illinois and Texas Bound, A wild Stallion in the Red Desert

Our place is in the mountains. Two years ago, we got twenty-one feet of snow and we hire a man to shovel the snow off our roof, The forecast for today is for sixty mile per hour winds and for six to fourteen inches of snow. Thats why we left last week) We looked at the weather forecast and the winds were predicted to be over forty miles an hour with snowstorms. Two of the passes were expecting heavy snow. That made our decision on our route for us…
The route we chose was to go south over Salt Pass and then east, crossing the Wind River Mountains at Atlantic City, (which is almost a ghost town). Crossing the Red Desert north of Rock Springs, we kept watch for wild horses. We did see a group of three, but they were too far away. A little further we saw a car stopped. A lady was taking pictures of a wild mustang, and we pulled over. The beautiful horse stood proud and gave us a perfect profile. At one point it turned and looked directly at us before walking away. Continuing we drove east and passed a rock shop. It was open and so of course we stopped. Renita mentioned that she thought we had enough rocks, but she was wrong. We added to our collection with some cabochons, already cut. The ones we purchased were Graveyard Plume Agates, from Washington State, green aventurine, a blue optical fiber piece, and five pieces of red carnelian, (one of five gems mentioned in the bible).
While I make my own cabochons and love making them, these save me about two hours of work for each piece. I am simply buying time, which is the most precious thing one has. I also bought two slabs of Teepe Canyon agate from the Black Hills and a slab of Montana moss agate from the Yellowstone River. Renita purchased a ring made of moonstone set in sterling silver. We were both excited about our purchases, and when we arrive in Texas I will set mine in sterling and 14 K gold-filled wire. Clear skies

Friday, October 17, 2025

Fishing the Bitterroot, Hamilton, Montana

Our time up North was drawing to a close, we still had one thing to do, and that was to visit our daughter Jen and her husband Eric. Of course, the main purpose was to see them, but we had also never fished on the Bitterroot. It’s one of the classic Western streams that contains native Cutthroat, introduced Browns, and even some rainbows. No fishing trip would be complete without going to the local fly shop and buying flies, both dry and wet. The owner was very knowledgeable and talked us into spending about one hundred dollars, he also told us that if it was a clear sunny day and the fish wouldn’t be biting. Walking out of the shop we enjoyed the warmth of the bright sun.
A hatch was occurring of tiny, and I mean tiny mayflies so besides various nymphs, wet flies that sink, I purchased some size 22 and 24 dries that matched the hatch. The Bitterroot runs from south to north so we drove to a public access point to the north and if the first spot didn’t work would drive south fishing other access points if needed, At the first stop Jen and Eric walked upstream while Renita and I started at the bridge. I was throwing a streamer, which resembles a minnow, and Renita tied on a size 14 purple haze, (which he also said worked and it’s a fly we use a lot in Wyoming). Neither of us had any takers, or even lookers so we walked upstream. I waded out to a small island and saw two fish taking something off the top. Changing flies, I put on a dry purple haze and on the second cast a fish rose and took my dry! I was so excited I pulled the fly out of its mouth and missed it. After numerous casts, I switched to a tiny size 24 mayfly but still no luck.
We walked further upstream and at a sunken tree I spotted probably the biggest cutthroat I have ever seen. Casting my fly, the trout simply swam into a mass of roots, all I could see was its tail. It never looked at my fly! I should have taken a picture with my phone as I didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell of catching it. Even if it had taken my offering, it would have simply swam into the roots and broken my leader. Meanwhile Renita headed to another spot and tried again without any success. Jen and Eric met us and I told them about the huge trout. They never saw the fish as it had moved deeper into its lair. We decided to move to another access point, without any luck. To add to our misery there were quite a few fish taking very small flies, which we couldn’t see. I switched to a size 24 dry, but it didn’t matter, The sun was still shining brightly, (note the excuse from the fly shop owner)! A bald eagle flew overhead deciding we were no threat to its food source, (do you like the way I change the subject)? Jen hadn’t caught any fish either and talked about spotting a school of large fish feeding on the bottom. They were probably Mountain whitefish, a tasty white meat fish, but they wouldn’t bite on our offerings. As we prepared to leave, the sun was still shining brightly! Renita and I both kept casting until Jen told us we had to go, as we had reservations at our favorite steakhouse. It wasn’t the first time we had been skunked. We will be back! Clear skies

Thursday, October 9, 2025

Part 1 Continued, A bear and a coyote at Grand Teton National Park

From the moose encounter we next headed to a place where our friends had seen a black bear. As we neared the location, we saw a large number of people taking pictures and watching something below by a pond. Parking we grabbed our cameras and looking down could see a black bear munching berries. It would bite on a branch and then pull the branch through its teeth stripping the berries into its mouth. The bear was unconcerned about all the people and moved about the branches. As it neared the top of the small tree it slipped and fell but caught itself and climbed back up.
Nearing the top its head and shoulders were visible, which is a rarity when they are eating in thick brush. Finally filling up for the moment, it climbed down to take a long drink from a small stream below us. After slaking its thirst, it moved toward the people but stopped and decided it would be better off to go back to the first tree and make sure it had gleaned all of the berries. Its typical bear behavior, eat till its stomach is full, then take a long drink from a nearby pond, before returning to fill up.
The bears are all in hyperphagia and will eat for up to twenty two hours each day. Several years back we watched a bear go for a swim before returning to eating berries). This is the time the females eat enough to be sure that the fetuses will grow inside them and emerge as cubs next year. The sows, if not fat enough, will reabsorb the fetuses and will not produce cubs, (by the way the sows will mate with multiple boars and may have multiple fathers in their litter of cubs.
After taking lots of pictures we decided to go looking for a grizzly bear, Driving to Leeks Marina without spotting any grizzlies we saw a member of the wildlife Management team parking at a place where we have seen grizzlies. Pulling in we waited but no grizzly appeared and so we drove to Pilgrim Creek. Nothing was happening and returning to where we had spent time waiting, we saw people rushing to watch a grizzly bear, bear 1063, as it was heading into the woods. Getting back in the car we drove to Pilgrim Creek where the bear might be headed.
The only excitement at Pilgrim Creek was a lone coyote that paraded in front of us. It was wearing a collar which is never a good sign for its survival. Coyotes and Fox are only collared when they start to eat human food, they have been fed! If they continue to eat people food, they will be euthanized. If you feed wildlife, remember a fed critter is a dead critter, be it bears, coyotes, fox, etc. You might as well shoot it, you are not doing any kindness. The last sight of the day was that of a rescue helicopter with two first responders hanging below it on a long rope. If you blow up the picture you can see them dangling far below the copter.
What a ride!It had been a great day watching four moose, a bear, and a coyote. Time to head home. Clear skies

Monday, October 6, 2025

A great Day in Grand Teton National Park A face off between two bulls!

We were busy packing when our neighbors Becky and Fred told us about their trip to Grand Teton National Park. They had made a quick trip to the park and in only six hours got to watch two moose and a black bear! The weather here has been crazy with daily heavy rains, but the forecast was for a one-day break before the rain and cold weather returned. So the next day we got up early, at six am, and headed to Jackson for a quick breakfast at McDonalds before heading to the park. Taking the roundabout, we drove towards Kelly and quickly ran into a moose jam. Stopping, we talked with a person who told us four moose had been in an open area but that they had just disappeared into a thicket of willows,
Looking further north we saw people still taking pictures and so we parked, grabbed our cameras and joined the group photographing a huge bull moose guarding a single cow. At one point the bull turned and looked at us but he decided we were not a threat.
A smaller moose calf fed in the willows. Suddenly a small bull moose appeared across the Gros Ventre River.
He was smelling the cow and walked up to the water before the huge bull made an appearance.
The much smaller bull seemed to lose interest, and the large bull decided the challenger wasn’t worth the effort and the cow laid down for a siesta. The young bull decided the time was right to try and sneak across the river as the smell of the cow in estrus was driving him wild.
It’s rutting time and it was the first time we have ever seen two bull moose squaring off over the cow. The young bull started to wade across the river. It would take a few steps and then paise looking for his opponent.
Slowly he approached the south bank of the river when suddenly the huge bull stood up and appeared on the bank.
We have never seen a moose move as fast as the young bull as it splashed away to escape the massive rack.
Discretion can be better than valor. The young bull decided to leave the area and disappeared in the willows on the north bank of the Gros Ventre. What a start to the day
. Clear skies In spite of the government shutdown, the park was open, but without any services besides the restrooms. The entrance booths were unoccupied, not that it mattered much as we both have Senior Passes.

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Prepping for the winter

It is almost time for us to leave Star Valley. The Star Valley Rv Resort has announced the closing day on October 15th. Th water lines will freeze if they are not drained. Otherwise, we would stay longer as we love it here. Its been an incredible busy six months, most of which we have already written posts about. We have played more pickle ball than ever before and at times the best we have already played. However, its getting harder to move so some of the shots go flying past us. I have a bunch of things to fix so I can continue to improve on the depth of serve, being in the ready position, hitting with the ball on lobs, and working on my backhand, are just a few. I did play in one tournament called “the dink a thon”. I entered the 3.5 level group and quickly realized I was in the wrong group. Oh well, someone has to be the anchor.
We hope to hold a similar tournament in South Texas as many of our players are lacking in dinking skills. We also play in two round robin groups. One meets on Monday afternoon and is limited to 3.0 and 3.5 players of any age. Another meets every Friday and is limited to players who are seventy years old and above. There are a lot of people in this group, many of which are above our skill levels, (4.0 and above. New partners are drawn for each game ). It’s a good way to meet people and the better players will often suggest changes to better our play! Thanks to Nora for organizing both activities.
We had hoped to go to Grand Teton National Park but it’s shutdown with the government closure. We are heading to Jen and Erics for some flyfishing, before heading to a small family reunion at my sister Connie and Gary’s house in Springfield, Illinois. We also have several more doctors’ appointments before we can leave. Hopefully all will go as planned and we hope to arrive in South Texas November First. To all our friends who are traveling we wish you safe travels, and to others we hope to see you down the road. Clear skies Ps our blog visitor numbers since inception are now almost 480,000. Thanks to all who visit! I probably should have accepted advertisements but that would defeat the purpose, (and I hate blogs where the advertisements go on and on}. Our blog is a journal for us to remember where we have been since retirement. We make no money from it.